“Oh, my Ga-od! Oh, my Ga-od! oh, Ga-od! oh, my Ga-od!” “Listen,” said Tom, shaking him a little. “I just got here a minute ago, from New York. I was bringing you that coupe we’ve been talking about. That yellow car I was driving this afternoon wasn’t mine — do you hear? I haven’t seen it all afternoon.”
"Would Gatsby really do something like this?"
"He will pay! That coward Gatsby!"
“Yes,” he said after a moment, “Well, first Daisy turned away from the woman toward the other car, and then she lost her nerve and turned back. The second my hand reached the wheel I felt the shock — it must have killed her instantly.”
"I'm here for Daisy only, in case that man touches her."
"Was Daisy driving?"
“You’d better come home and get some sleep.”
"I want to wait here till Daisy goes to bed. Good night, old sport."